The Natural Philosopher
wibbled on Friday 02 October 2009 11:48


Just mention sex, and they can't wait to get away.
I told them thank you, but God already spoke to me every day, through
the little birds. A deadpan glazed expression is required. They thrust
some kindling into my hands and departed hurriedly.

Answering the door naked whilst supporting a sheep in front of you...

Trouble is I never seem to have me sheep to hand.

--
Tim Watts

This space intentionally left blank...